“A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.”

Walt Whitman wrote these words over one and half centuries ago (Whitman, 1855), and in many ways they are as true today as they were then.

正所谓，嬉笑怒骂，皆成文章，在台湾人的研究论文中有时还会见到“诗词歌赋”，但就我目前看的国内生物学核心期刊上的文章，还没有“吟诗作赋”的(或许我文献看少了)。就像我一师弟王宁曾经抱怨到他“恨死”导师了，现在的他只会写八股文了，以前文采奕奕、天马行空的他消失了。